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In the distance as if an army resting, preparing for battle.
They camp over night guided by distant firelight.
The sky is on fire.
And the army is waiting, who, what, why have they come?
The sky is on fire, red-orange clouds.
The sky is on fire!
The sky is on fire, red-orange clouds.
Where have they gone, will they come again?
